Janos’ own feelings regarding his turning, were a mixed bag. Though his mother and sisters had attended Sunday Mass, well… religiously, their family, their community, could better be described as superstitious. Garlic hung everywhere, they wore safety pins to protect them from the evil eye, knocked on wood, threw salt over their shoulders… everything. Did any of that superstitious mumbo jumbo keep Janos and his bunker mates safe from that vampire? Hell no! After that, what little faith Janos had in superstitions, and for him that included religion, just went out the window. Yeah, monsters were real alright. But after fighting a war, and then roaming the earth for a hundred years, what Janos knew was that the worst monsters were human. So yeah, whatever he felt about his sire, or his turning, weren’t because he feared for his soul. But, he did think it kind of overkill to kill all his bunkermates. Really shitty, and completely unnecessary. Janos rarely killed, and when he did, it wasn’t usually for nourishment.
But some things he missed. First there was the fact that he’d been taken from his family. His wife had been terrified of him. His baby girl didn’t even know him, and cried when he held her. He missed getting drunk from one bottle of vodka, or less. He missed getting a full belly from a steaming bowl of goulash. What he missed were the simpler things in life, the more carnal pleasures. Still, he had found ways to continue to enjoy these things. It just… wasn’t exactly the same.
He liked to look on the positive. There was so much he’d lost, but so much also that he’d gained. Like super speed, and strength. That was pretty cool. Plus, now he could fly! What? Okay, being a vampire could be pretty fucking cool.
He did a double take at that question, one he’d never considered before. Now the thought made him shudder. He laughed, but yeah, the idea kind of shook him. “Well fuck I hope not. They can’t control us baby. Me and you won’t let some musty ol’ death loving witch play with our heads. Fuck that.” He made a mental note to stay the fuck away from those bitches.
Well, she sure did answer that fast! Of course, Janos had only been teasing. He did love to tease. But her follow up response made him laugh so hard he had to stop walking. The sound of it reverberated through the halls and probably into some rooms. “Yes, I guess it would be pretty bad.” Then again… He considered the prospect. He could get blood while he fucked. Hell yeah. Girls would like that!
Distracted slightly, more like, on a mission, he turned to look back at her in answer to her question. “This,” he spoke, stepping back to reveal a painting she may or may not recognize. Though she should, he’d taken it the night he turned her. He looked from the painting to the childe, equally admiring of both.